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gameofdrarry · 3 years

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Wizards Hearts Recs: Werewolf Creature!Fic

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 Embers by shiftylinguini Rated: Explicit Words: 41216 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, First Time, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Omega Harry Potter, Werewolves, Heat Companion Harry Potter, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Masturbation, Knotting, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Scent Marking, Scent Kink, Come Marking, Dirty Talk, sexual negotiation, H/D Career Fair 2017 Summary: Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, that’s what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person they’ve referred him to might be nice. Of course it turns out to be bloody Potter. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Heart Like Neon by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill) Rated: Explicit Words: 41103 Tags: Sex Work, Sex worker Harry Potter, Rentboys, rentboy Harry potter, Past Harry/Ginny - Freeform, past Draco/Theo, Harry/OMC - Freeform, Trans Male Character, Trans Female Character, Switching, Transphobia, Tattoos, hung harry, POV Alternating, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Rimming, Comeplay, Watersports, Duelling, Facials Summary: Bored of being The Chosen One, Harry discovers he rather likes sex and becomes a professional. He’s good at it, and part of why is that he can read people. Not minds, not Legilimens, but their whole self, and he can give them what they don’t even know they want. Enter Draco fucking Malfoy, enigma to everyone, including himself. Harry can’t help but want to break into him, to figure him out. And Draco, thinking he’ll fuck Potter on a lark, has no idea what he’s in for. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Who we are in the shadows by Quicksilvermaid Rated: Explicit Words: 99714 Tags: Dubious Consent, werewolf instincts, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, child trafficking, Brief Claustrophobia, Past Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Past minor character death, Past Child Death, Bigotry & Prejudice, prejudice against werewolves, internalized prejudice, Murder, Stabbing, Poison, Hallucinations, Creature Fic, Werewolf Harry, Werewolves, Auror Harry Potter, Case Fic, Masturbation, wanking, werewolf attack, Aural Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Slow Burn, Biting, Marking, Claiming, Scenting, Possessive Behavior, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Edging, Secrets, Lies, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Loyalty, Loyalty Bond, Bonding, Angst, Domestic, Falling In Love, Enemies to Lovers, Self-Acceptance, Emotional Growth, Angst with a Happy Ending, References to Auror Brutality, H/D Erised 2019, Comeplay, Wall Sex, sex without lube, Identity Porn, Secret Identity Summary: What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry's justice is his ticket back to everything he's lost. But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy's world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself. What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Elusive Mate by 0idontknow0 Rated: Explicit Words: 25786 Tags: Rating: NC17, Fanart, Creature Fic Summary: Harry had done it (a) to save lives and (b) because the idea of him being Malfoy’s mate was clearly ridiculous, but now he had to tell Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Finding A Place To Call Home by marysiak Rated: Explicit Words: 54747 Tags: Alternate Universe, Creature Fic, Werewolves, Post-Hogwarts, Rough Sex, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Summary: Feeling directionless after the war, Harry is unexpectedly torn out of his own universe and thrust into another, where he must hide out with Remus Lupin, Teddy and Draco Malfoy as Severus Snape and Hermione try to find a way to send him home and save both his and his unwitting doppelganger's lives. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 as much a light as a flame by p1013 Rated: Explicit Words: 6303 Tags: Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Alternate Universe - Medieval, Mating Rituals, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy, Knotting, Scent Kink, Mating Bond, Outdoor Sex, Anal Sex, Comeplay, Art, Claiming, H/D Sex Fair 2020 Summary: His mother paints a wolf on his chest, its eyes bracketing his heart, and its muzzle pointed towards his groin. His aunt fills in the spaces around his waist and ribs with symbols he's lost the meaning of in the wash of whatever plant had been mixed in with the steam. They move after her brush leaves his skin, turning from incomprehensible marks to his name to wolf to home to hunt and then back to misunderstanding again. His legs are painted in patterned bands, starting from his ankles and ending at his upper thighs. His groin is left unmarked, the pale and empty skin meant to leave no doubt of the Claim once he makes it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Burning the Ground by lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill), traintracks Rated: Explicit Words: 10256 Tags: A/B/O-ish dynamic, Were-Creatures, Knotting, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Bondage, Blow Jobs, sex on the floor, Rimming, Auror Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, Mildly Dubious Consent Summary: "Strap him down," someone said, and Harry felt the rage thicken inside him -- the viscous fear. Magical bindings pulled taut around his wrists . . . He felt a wand touch his arm and then a sharp bite as something punctured the skin, and a sweet, cool tonic rushed his veins. His breathing slowed. His eyelids drooped. The ceiling went grey and dark. And then he heard a woman's voice sigh, "Someone, get Healer Malfoy." ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Omega's Binding by Madriddler Rated: Explicit Words: 49405 Tags: Hogwarts Sixth Year, Alpha/Omega, Omega Harry, Werewolves, Knotting, Fluff and Angst, Anal Fingering, Size Kink, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Watersports, No Horcruxes Summary: After a violent encounter, Harry Potter is turned into a werewolf. An Omega Werewolf, to be exact. Now dealing with heats and the ability to get pregnant, Harry must learn to live with his new forms and life, while a desire for revenge fuels him. Will he be able to resist his heat and vengeance? Or will he fall into an instinctual lust, and look for his Alpha? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Light More Beautiful by firethesound Rated: Explicit Words: 81255 Tags: Hogwarts Sixth Year, Dubious Consent, Potions Accident, Post-Hogwarts, Aurors, Returning Home, Owls, Drinking, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Shower Sex, Masturbation in Shower, Knotting, Rimming, Falling In Love, Case Fic, Loss of Virginity, Acronyms, Motorcycles, Christmas, Quidditch, Pining Summary: Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter's help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn't been enough to dim Draco's obsession with him. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Run With Me by dragontara Rated: Mature Words: 16738 Tags: Animagus, Creature Fic, Werewolf Draco, Animagus Harry, Bottom Draco, Bonding, Knotting, snarky Draco Summary: Draco and Harry meet in the Forbidden Forest in their wolf forms falling fast and hard and eventually bonding with each other. Unfortunately bonding in their animal forms doesn't mean they are happily bonded straight away in a real life too. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Taro Milk Tea with a side of Depression by VeelaWings Rated: Mature Words: 1073 Tags: Pre-Slash, Screenplay/Script Format, Conversations, Veela Draco Malfoy, Werewolf Harry Potter, Guidance Counselors, in therapy, Depression, Self-Hatred, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Morbid Humor, Inappropriate Behavior from a Professional, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020 Summary: Draco sat through twenty grievous minutes of Ministry-mandated group therapy for Newly Registered Magical Beings & Creatures — then promptly stormed out. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Blood Moon Rising by noelleification Rated: Mature Words: 38322 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, Wolfstar is canon, Sirius Black Lives, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Draco Malfoy is a Little Shit, Adoption, Slowburn Adoption, Drarry might happen at some point, idk - Freeform, Remus and Sirius adopt draco, Remus and Sirius as dads, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, So much angst, seriously get ready for angst, Abusive Lucius Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy Being an Asshole, Harry Potter but it's ridiculously gay, Gay Draco Malfoy, Gay Disaster Draco Malfoy, Trans Hermione Granger, Because we don't support TERFS in this household, Yearning, Sirius and Remus are in love but it doesn't mean they're smart enough to know it yet, so get ready for them to pine for awhile, uhhhhhh just have tissues ready I guess, I'm gonna try my hardest to make you cry, You're gonna suffer..., But you're gonna be... happy about it?, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, traumatized Draco, Draco Malfoy Has Issues, Tonks is best girl, Tonks as lesbian wine aunt, Tonks has big sister vibes, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks Never Happened, Everyone is LGBT, because fuck jk rowling, Found Family, Whump, this shit hurted, Parental Remus Lupin, Parental Sirius Black, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, this shit gets dark yall, just be prepared Summary: Draco Malfoy is cursed. Ever since Fenrir Greyback ripped him to shreds, Draco has transformed into a monster every month on the full moon. The change is painful, and living with Lucius Malfoy might be worse. But Draco is strong. He doesn’t need anyone, especially not Remus Lupin. Remus Lupin might be the only person in the world who understands what Draco is going through—but he has enough on his plate, between the still-raging wizarding war, the publicized nature of his status as a werewolf, and his best friend, Sirius Black, who Remus might think of in a more-than-friendly way. He certainly can’t take in a seventeen-year-old Death Eater—can he? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 A Howling Good Time by FleetofShippyShips Rated: Explicit Words: 5819 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Established Relationship, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, Full Moon, werewolf/human sex, Transformed Werewolf/Human Sex, Knotting, Consent Given Prior, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Morning After, Aftercare (delayed?), Scent Kink, Fluff, (hahaha both literal and emotional), Don't copy to another site, Come Scent Kink (i.e. some post-sex bum sniffing) Summary: They’d talked about this, and Draco had agreed that he would try it for Harry, once Harry had convinced him he was utterly serious and not fucking with him. The timing, however, was entirely up to Harry, and he'd decided tonight, this full moon, was the night. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Am I a werewolf? by a_reader_and_writer Rated: General Words: 1230 Tags: Werewolves, Curses, Drarropoly 2.0 - A Drarry Game/Fest, Dramatic Draco Malfoy, Boyfriends, Fluff and Crack Summary: Draco is hit by the werewolf curse. The healers send him home and tell Harry and him to watch the symptoms. Of course this isn't as easy as it sounds with our drama queen Draco. ❤️ Read on AO3

#werewolves #drarry #drarry recs #game of drarry #wizards hearts #wh masterlist

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serinesaccade · 3 years

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fic questions

@shitpostingfromthebarricade tagged me to answer fic questions! Thank you babe!

how many works do you have on AO3?

I have 11 under serinesaccade on AO3!

what’s your total AO3 word count?

142, 657 for those 11 works. I. That’s probably 142 hours at least XD

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I love and read and written other fandoms but like. look at my AO3 for serinesaccade and it’s all Les Mis

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. i’m not the moon (i’m not even a star)

2. i’ve been up nights

3. the red couch sessions

4. so willing to care for you

5. ambrosia, rosy red

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I respond usually!! usually i respond pretty quickly, but if I don’t I get all alarmed and may not respond ever. I still saw it, my babes. i still glow with the loving words. i’m just weird. like i love hearing from everyone, that validation gets the words and tears flowing

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

oh boy hm. I do love a happy ending, okay. pretty much all my fics have one of those or are just a little bittersweet. I think my overall angsty fics are probably spent a lot of nights on the run due to the, um, ghosts. and the lesbians fic, which technically has an ambiguous ending but i have confirmed by word of god they do live and are happy haha

have you ever received hate on a fic?

hm not really! everyone’s been really nice! I think the closest I’ve gotten is just general comments on not liking a concept or being confused or something. i do tend to confuse bc my brain is not linear or put together in any way

do you write smut? if so what kind?

haha not really? i write vague scenes which is partially bc! i doubt my smut skills. but also just that i’m in it for the emotional resolution (waves gigantic demisexual flag), and i can have that with vagueness. also I think it’s nice bc like. it’s easier to imagine exactly what you’d want to be happening if it’s vague, so it’s open to reader interpretation

have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I know of from my les mis work. i would be upset yo

have you ever had a fic translated?

someone actually did ask if they could but it’s not out yet! slash maybe they just ran out of time/interest but either way super flattering

have you ever co-written a fic before?

no i am a hot mess sdfsdfdf. i don’t write linearly. i appear online and write in a frenzy for four hours then leave for like five days

what’s your all time favorite ship?

like. i think saying Enjoltaire is cheating but it’s the correct answer. I do also love courferre, mariusxcosettexeponine, bahorel/feuilly, Epoferre, etc. i ain’t picky i love my amis in almost any configuration

what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

if i’d been asked this question a month ago I would’ve said “still here (still high)”! but i finished it OH THANK GOD. hm. i have a ton of WIPs in my folder and some may never see the light, but there are none where i’m just. never thinking about them or working on them or no longer want to.

what are your writing strengths?

*click click click* i am a fast typer. i am wild with concepts i would write anything i ain’t shy. i’m obsessive over spelling and editing like. while i’m writing.

what are your writing weaknesses?

i can be confusing. i never fit in all the details i want to but simultaneously struggle to keep rapid snappy flow and am weighed down with dialogue and filler info. my ideal writing is such that every sentence/word either has a melodic or story or comedic purpose but i just don’t get there lolol

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

i am from ‘murica so am not the best person to speak on this topic, considering I know like 1.25 languages. but I think actually writing dialogue in the other language is fine, as long as you’re doing it consciously and using it as a writing tool/it was intended. i personally usually just type it out in English but italicize it or make it clear they’re speaking another language. there are a couple of my fics where the whole fic is in English but they are supposed to be speaking French like the whole time. if it’s like one word and you can get the subtext i usually make that word in the other language. i dunno-- i don’t think there’s hard and fast rules in writing *blows kiss*

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

this is a weird question bc I’ve been writing fanfiction since I was like 8 or younger. just what i’m into! so probably like. pokemon, honestly, haha. like the first work i published online was definitely also pokemon fanfic but even that was not the first time i was writing it. no one wants to be exposed to that it was bad. i can look back on it with love though!

what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

ho boy um yeah this is a hard pick. both intm (ines) and i’ve been up nights were written in like the avatar state of writing for me. picture the depths of the pandemic. writing those were super fun. honestly i’ve had fun with all of them though! spent a lot of nights on the run is a different kind of fic than my usual fare so I guess it gets an award for that. just a little longer is fanfic of fanfic so writing it was truly a joy like. imitating someone else’s style is thrilling and. u know you’re not them and won’t match up perfectly so it’s a challenge! but a super interesting one. “isn’t your other les mis work matching vicky hugo somewhat?” some may say and i say absolutely not i do not match him stylistically and for this i do not apologize

i’m hesitant to tag a bunch of people but if you want to take this then RUN WITH IT i support you! also @dannypuro i suppose if u so wish

#fic game

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the--highlanders · 3 years

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003 for jamie if you're still doing those fandom asks!

How I feel about this character

sir that’s my emotional support character. literally though I love him SO much he’s so good!!! I want to protect him I want to see him grow up healthy I want to tell my friends and neighbours about him. & also sometimes yeet him off a cliff but that’s how it is to be a fic writer I feel. I love how much he loves his friends, I love how stubborn he is and how that’s both good and bad, I love how he loves travelling with Two but it’s motivated less by wanting to /travel/ specifically and more by wanting to help. how he shares that with Two, who’s still growing into ‘helping people’ as part of the Doctor’s identity.

but here’s the other thing about how I feel about him. I got into Two’s era/classic who more generally in my last year of high school. I’d always had an interest in Scottish history bc family stuff and I was immediately really taken with the Highlanders and started doing a lot of reading about the period. at the time I thought I wanted to do science at uni but ancient history was my end-of-school-exams comfort subject and I was getting more into history literally because of Jamie. I started uni doing biology and archaeology, dropped the science degree part after one semester, & ended up doing archaeology and celtic studies + did my honours thesis on Jacobitism. loving Jamie /literally/ yeeted me into my career path

also bc of that he’s a very convenient outlet for my research interests which is why all my headcanons for him are Like That

All the people I ship romantically with this character

just Two!

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

aa gosh it’s either him and Polly or him and Victoria. I love his dynamics with both of them

My unpopular opinion about this character:

definitely when I entered the fandom headcanoning him as bi was pretty common whereas I’ve always interpreted him as gay and ace. unpopular might be a strong word for that tho, it’s just different

but @ a bunch of eu writers. he’s not stupid you’re wrong <3

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

I have my own fic I need to write on this but he spends so long travelling with Two that I’d really love a story where they’re separated and he has to kind of. act as the Doctor? a bit like Clara in Flatline almost. I love the bit in the novelisaton of the Abominable Snowmen where he’s the one who steps in with a speech to stop the monks from killing someone.

my het ship:

going to do platonic relationships for these again so I’m really looking forward to writing my interpretation of him and Kirsty when I get to the post-War Games fic. gay/lesbian solidarity.

my fem/slash ship:

& again platonic but I have to get him and Ben in here. they’re a lot of fun together & I really need to relisten to the Selachian Gambit because it gets their dynamic down really well I think!!

my OTP:

^ him and Two obviously.

my OT3:

doing platonic AGAIN at least but I marginally prefer him, Two, and Victoria as a TARDIS team to him, Two, and Zoe. I love both dynamics but I just prefer them with Victoria a little more.

a head cannon fact:

I missed this one in the asks I answered a little while ago so!! he’s bilingual. he’s from the east coast, close enough to Inverness which was a trading hub at the time, he’s from an English-speaking parish (not that people in the Highlands went to church as often as they were ‘supposed’ to, nor did being from an English-speaking parish mean you understood English), and when he meets Two, Ben, and Polly he’s just spent over a year in an army made up of Highlanders, Lowlanders, English people, French people, Irish people... it makes sense for him to have picked some up! plus he and Alexander recognise Two, Ben, and Polly as speaking English and so /being/ English - he’d think there was something odd if he was hearing them speak Gaelic.

on the other hand sometimes the TARDIS does translate for him because he can’t be bothered or doesn’t want to speak English. he listens to recordings and music that the TARDIS has on file (and probably eventually teaches himself to read in Gaelic, too, but I don’t think that would be his first thought - for him it’s probably much more natural as a spoken language, whereas English is Official and Intellectual and both written and spoken) but what he really wants is someome to speak it with.

he’s also got a different relationship with describing his relationship with Two in Gaelic versus in English. on the one hand a lot of the relationship terms in Gaelic double as endearments which might seem less clunky to him than saying Two’s his boyfriend. and there’s a whole bunch of them to choose from. but on the other hand Gaelic was & is quite heteronormative in a lot of ways (e.g. you don’t say ‘husband’ or ‘wife’, you literally say ‘my man’ or ‘my woman’) which of course reflected and was reflected in the culture. so he might be more comfortable existing outside that in a language which has less of that baggage for him.

#replies #belbonnie #thanks!!#i'm working my way through an article on being gay in gaelic culture and how that relates to gender roles so i have been Thinking About It #it's a 19th century article but i imagine a lot is the same #and gaelic really /is/ still very heteronormative and gendered in a lot of ways like. there's no gender-neutral word for sibling???#& yet old irish has a gender-neutral 'sibling' encased within the word for 'foster-sibling' like. hello yes can we just use that #also i would like to apologise to any actual gaelic speakers if anyone sees this i'm trying but i'm also learning and very stupid <3

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captain-aurinko · 4 years

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Penumbra Ships as Eldena DoubleCa5t descriptions

Shoutout to @aesphantasmal @bowlcutnureyev @gothvespa for help with the ideas!

Juno/peter: why have enemies to lovers when you could have allies to lovers to enemies to enemy allies to allies to lovers to enemies to-

Alternatively, Juno/Peter: you don’t understand people who say Fake!Married is an overused trope. If anything, you think it isn’t used often enough.

Buddy/Vespa: you just want good things for Vespa, and honestly? Who wouldn’t.

Mary-Ann/Chance: you just want good things for Mary-Ann, and honestly? Who wouldn’t.

Marc/Angelo: you don’t understand people who say that the word himbo is overused. If anything, you think it isn’t used often enough.

Angelo/Caroline: you’re ideal relationship is big sweetheart/tiny ball of rage

Damien/Arum: you want your opponent to pin you to a wall and tilt your head up with the edge of their blade

Rilla/arum: You thought beauty and the beast would have been better if Belle was the top

Damien/Rilla: Youre just here for the cinnamon rolls, too sweet, too pure for this world.

Rilla/Qwan-yi: You don’t know why everyone says you shouldn’t play so many chaotic neutral characters. As far as you’re concerned, there can never be enough.

Caroline/Mira: you’re always a slut for a good royalty AU

Sir Caroline/Qwan-yi: you’re a tsundere.

Arum/Rilla/Damien: you thought hey, you know what’s better than 2 flawed love struck idiots? THREE flawed love struck idiots.

Caroline/Mira/Qwan-yi: this is just the same as Arum/rilla/Damien except you’re a lesbian and somehow even hornier.

Buddy/Vespa/Rita: this is just the same joke as Arum/Rilla/Damien expect you’re a lesbian and it’s less horny.

Juno/Allessandra: you think the idea of opposites attract is too overrated

Rita/Sasha: you think the concept of Opposites attract can’t be highly rated enough

ALTERNATIVELY Rita/Sasha: you’re always here for some good sun lesbian/moon lesbian

Juno/Pilot: You thought Peter was TOO morally redeemable

Juno/vespa: you are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of stabbing

Rita/Allessandra: you thought, what’s better than one lesbian who’s too good for Juno? TWO lesbians who are too good for Juno

Rita/Yasmin: you love a good MILF. Also, you’re a lesbian.

Juno/Buddy: you’re crippling addiction to MILFS has ruined your life.

mick/nova: you looked at the only straight penumbra characters and went "hey,"

Allessandra/Annie Wire: you have joined my cult of true believers

Captain khan/his wife: you want a daddy, but not the sexy kind. The kind that calls you sport and takes you for ice cream after you win the big game.

Juno/Cecil: I’m not saying that you wrote “one direction bought me as a slave” self insert slash fics when you were younger but it’s a strong possibility

Ben/M’Tendere: you’re just here for the music

Valles Vicky/Juno Steel: you’re ideal relationship dynamic is hijinks, after which, hilarity ensues

Valles Vicky/Ingrid Lake: you thought hey, if Buddy and Vespa worked despite the crazy one trying to kill her stable wife, why not more happy endings for crazy lesbians who committed murder

Ben/Mick: You’re just here for some lovable pretty boys.

Juno/mick: you’re a firm believer in the enherent eroticism of childhood friends

juno/sasha: this is the same joke as juno/Mick one, but you are heterosexual.

Sasha/Cassandra: You’re gay for Sophie Kaner

Sir Damian/sir Angelo: you are a firm believer in the eroticism of guys being dudes.

Peter/Sasha: you really have a thing for looking good in suits, dark hair, and lying about your identity

jet/juno: you got bored of waiting for nureyev to come back in s2 and decided this was the best way to follow through on juno's type being people who could kill him

Rita/Franny: you’re always a slut for characters that need more screen time (aka: any screen time)

Jet/Rita: you are a firm believer in the queer-platonicism of mutual respect and emotional support.

Juno/Diamond: You are a firm believer in the eroticism of deep lore

Cecil/Min: You are Sophie Kaner

Also

OPEN UP ITS THE POLICE

#tpp #the penumbra podcast #the second citadel #juno steel #buddy aurinko #sir caroline #sir damien #sir angelo #sir marc #lord arum #amaryllis of exile #peter nureyev #sasha wire #mick mercury #rita penumbra #jet siquliak #vespa ai #my post

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ilovemygaydad · 5 years

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punk!patton au masterlist

characters: listed under the cut

pairings: moxiety, logince, background remceit (sleep/deceit), past thomas/female oc, and possibly more in the future

rating: teen (see under read more for more info on that)

warnings are on the individual chapters :)

links to the fic itself:

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five (updated 3/22/19)

ao3 version

companions:

serpent’s silk

weak spot

mouth breather

answered questions and random ramblings:

about virgil:

about his celiac disease

when they discovered he was celiac

more about his celiac disease

is virgil adopted?

about virgil’s biological mother

can’t he bring a lunch?

about patton:

a bit about logan and patton’s relationship

more about logan and patton’s relationship

does patton want logan to be a dad-dad

patton’s curls vs his emo style

what does patton normally wear?

tattoos and piercings?

abandonment issues?

about his meltdowns

does he want to be a dad

music tastes

about roman:

his deafness

about his hearing aids

his reaction to virgil having a black eye

how he feels about patton

roman as a teenager with a splash of thomas

about logan:

has he wanted to adopt anyone else?

about emile:

future role in the fic?

about dc:

how old is he and what does he like about remy

artwork:

patton being edgy

virgil being a sweetheart

some cuTe artwork of patton and virgil

patton and virgil moodboards

more moodboards!!!

a shitpost about patton and logan

the softest, sweetest baby boy

miscellaneous:

virgil cosplay (makeup)

questions are always welcome! i love to talk about these guys and the story!!! <3

any artwork is totally cool as long as you tag me so i can see it!

other stuff:

more on that there rating:

there will be no nsf/w stuff in this fic other than like some very vaguely implied things through like winks. i am extremely sex repulsed, and n/sfw things trigger my anxiety really badly, which means that i can’t write or read those things. it isn’t fair to myself to attempt to please potential readers at my own cost, and i deeply apologize to anyone who wanted this story to go there in the future. this goes for all of my other fics as well, but i guess i never said this outright. sorry, but at the same time, not.

character bios (italicized are the mains, and the regular text are the supporting):

patton summers (16): our main boy. homoromantic asexual. leaning towards 5′10.5″. he was orphaned as a toddler and spent almost all of his childhood in an orphanage because he just had too many emotions for prospective parents to deal with. he hides said emotions away behind his punk exterior, but a certain sweet pastel boy is starting to crack away at that shell...

logan summers (36): patton’s new legal guardian. super gay. jewish. around 5′10″ or so. [REDACTED until part 6]. Loves his mom and step-dad to pieces. Wishes he could visit them more often, but there’s only so much that he can do with his teacher schedule. btw he teaches first graders, and he loves them so much. he is extremely smart, and he has a hobby of collecting books!

virgil sanders (16): an odd, anxious teenager in patton’s class. pan. like 5′7″ and tiny. adopted by roman after his mom was killed when he was a baby. knows of his birth parents, but he still loves roman as if he were his biological dad. he is super, super sweet and kind, but he has anxiety issues that often lead to him being quiet and shy. he loves to dress in “feminine,” pastel clothings. absolutely in love with patton. like, head over heels. just wants to see that boy happy.

roman sanders (38): virgil’s adoptive father. so, so gay. around logan height. he was raised heavily irish catholic with his twin brother, thomas, by his very loving parents. [REDACTED until part 6]. he’s deaf, but he’s able to communicate through sign language and lip reading, and he can verbalize pretty well. loves his brother, nephew, and son so, so much, as well as his best friend, emile, and his son, dc. he works as a therapist.

thomas sanders (38): roman’s twin brother. could be gayer... also around logan height. he’s a chemical engineer-slash-actor. he had his son, remy, with his now ex-wife, who he is still very close with. he didn’t realize that he was gay until after remy was born, but... he isn’t the only one.

remy sanders (17): virgil’s cousin/roman’s nephew/thomas’ son. gay. half vietnamese, half irish. giant. like, 6′4″ giant. extremely intelligent and athletic. he’s played hockey since he was a little kid because he enjoyed hitting the ball around (and the other kids), and because he was in a huge rival with dc picani. he’s the definition of “string bean” body-wise. he was held back junior year due to depression-induced slacking off, so he has to retake it instead of being allowed to be a senior like was supposed to be. he has a giant crush on dc, but he hates to acknowledge it--especially now that he flunked a grade and dc won their stupid rivalry.

kim nguyen (38): thomas’ ex-wife/remy’s mom. super lesbian. vietnamese. as i said earlier, thomas was not the only one to realize they were not straight until remy. she is the sweetest woman on earth (although, she would say that her wife is). super supportive of remy and virgil and thomas and roman. she’s just... supportive of everyone, tbh. she takes remy on the weekends, and she lives a few towns over with her wife. she and thomas were high-school sweethearts who ended up getting married and settling down before the a-gay-kening happened.

emile picani (38): thomas and roman’s best friend since college. still unsure of his sexuality and gender, but he knows that he's at the very least transmasc! maybe genderfluid? we don’t know babey!!! 6′ even. this man is just so energetic all the time. he’s a huge sweetheart to everyone, and he cares maybe a bit too much about people. he works as a school psychologist. he adopted dc as a baby, and he loves that kiddo so darn much. he never let his childish side fade, which works both to his detriment and favor.

dc picani (17): emile’s son. somewhere on the gay spectrum, also possibly a demi-boy? who knows! not dc, that’s for sure. he’s got heterochromia and a large birthmark that covers most of the left side of his face. so, so smart and athletic. he’s a badass gymnast, and he enjoys art, and he likes learning. he doesn’t really know how his and remy’s rivalry started, but it did, and it never really stopped until remy was held back. he misses the time he spent with remy--even if it was a bit antagonistic. absolutely does not have a crush on remy, duh. can get mad really easily if you push his buttons too much.

#punk!patton au #m writes things #logince #moxiety #remceit

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confessionsofa-roleplayer · 5 years

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Well, in terms of people who write m|m as being ‘yaoi trash’ no one is exactly saying it like that save for the very few. To me at least, in the RPC, there’s very distinct types or rpers with that. There’s people who write slash and just enjoy slash in general and have main ships that are slash with muns of varying sexualities and preferences and personal reasons that isn’t just hawt guy I’m thirsty… Those people are fine. Exploring the sexuality, emotional dynamic and the romantic and sexual aspects just like anyone else with a ship. Kinks and all. They treat thier muses (even the more sexually intense ones) as a character with more interests and personality and depth that extends past 'how much ass am i gonna get’.

Then, there’s the kind people who -only- care about/obsess over anything with a dick or the potential of that dude being shipped with another dude, never caring to interact with anyone outside of that despite claiming to be open to all interactions and non-ships. Like, be honest about this is all. It’s actually -More often than not- overt and nasty because every thread is literally smut smut smut smut smut and boardering on a sense of fetishsization, now they can do what they want on thier blog but it sure paints an idea of why they chose as they did. They also tend to only really write thier muse as one kinda personality type and that’s 'thirsty’ that’s it. Then they try to push it off like they’re a solid supporter of LGBTQ and while I’m sure some of them are, it makes me feel off. To me it’s the reverse of a fratboy obsessing over lesbian porn. Like to the point that they even convert every female character in that muses life to be some evil abusive monster, even when she wasn’t. Just so they have excuses in some cases. Again, be honest. Also to be of note, people with female muses ARE NOT exactly free of these tropes either. I’ve seen it with some of them too but it’s mostly been certain kinds of male muses. Canon or otherwise.

Now before someone comes screeching at me, this isn’t about calling people out over tastes or who they choose to rp. It’s just what I’ve observed in my years here. Yes, there’s a difference, yes there’s an issue.

#general #writing #Characterization #confessions

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coffeepoweredlesbian · 5 years

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hey I’m about to Go Off

I’m so fucking tired of femslash being the bottom of the barrel in fandoms. go to ANY fandom tag on ao3 and I promise you that the #1 category will be m/m. This is partly because the main consumer of fanfiction is straight/bisexual women (if someone wants a link to the ao3 survey I’ll go find it for you.) Obviously, just how visual porn is catered to men, erotica/fanfiction (even non-smutty fics) are catered towards women who, presumably, are attracted to men. So of course they would want to see two men they find attractive.

for clarification, I’m a lesbian who ships gay, straight, and lesbian ships (with a strong preference for writing/reading femslash)

don’t get me wrong, I love shipping and fan culture (until it gets toxic lmao) but I’m really tired of getting different treatments for my genderbent fics. I release an m/m fic in a semi-popular fandom, I get plenty of kudos and comments. I release an f/f fic??crickets and dust, maybe a few comments of overjoyed lesbians Finally Glad To Find Something.

not to mention that in m/m fics, female characters are often brushed to the side and erased to fit the Slash Narrative. I’ve seen so many fics where all the main, supporting, and side characters are all male. or if there are female characters, they conveniently have no motivation of their own, existing only with their male counterparts.

even my girlfriend, a lesbian who ships gay, straight, and lesbian ships with a preference for writing and reading m/m, says that the reason she often feels uncomfortable with femslash is because women have been socialized to feel that female desire is something wrong, shameful, and only suppose to exist in reaction to men.

and I’m sick of it. can people acknowledge that women can feel passionate emotions and desire without there being a man involved? can people question why their ao3 bookmarks are all slash? and can fandom maybe start treating f/f writers with the same amount of hype they do anything else?

#lesbian #lesbophobia #fandom #anti fandom #fandom critical #ao3

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ryuutchi · 4 years

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Dearest Yulegoat [Mirrored Yuletide Letter]

[General]

To start with, if you're writing fic for me, I love you. I'm going to be happy just to be able to share my fandom love with someone. You'll notice I throw a lot of ideas out-- feel free to take one, take many, take none. I know how hard it can be to settle on an idea once the assignments come in. So I'm offering a bunch of options that I will enjoy. None of these suggestions are hard and fast requirements. They're here to give you an idea of what's going on in my head and what my preferences look like. My current blog is ryuutchi, over on Tumblr. I can't promise it will be helpful, but in the interest of helping with the stalking process, feel free to check me out over there. I like: Plot, adventures, banter and dry humor, happy endings, over the top AUs (steampunk, noir, organized crime, rum-runners, harems...), casual physical intimacy, emotional interdependency, bad decisions and poor coping mechanisms, hurt/comfort and whump-with-comfort, loyalty and morality confusion, worldbuilding, identity porn, questionable healthy attachments, seeking out physical affection, accidentally caught feelings, power-play, porn, gen, slash, femslash, het, any rating you feel comfortable with (for violence and/or sex), bittersweet things that are heavy on the sweet, Happily Ever After/Happily For Now endings I don't like: Deathfic, gratuitous angst, character-bashing, introspective character pieces, five times fics, mommy/daddy kink, A/B/O universes, contemporary social issues as the main focus/issuefic, sad or hopeless endings. (Also the standard DNWs: scat, watersports, necro, mpreg, homophobia, transphobia, etc) No Game No Life - Kamiya Yuu: Sora, Shiro The Series: They are both NEETs and Hikikomoris… but on the internet, the genius gamer siblings Sora and Shiro are known as the undefeatable “__” (blank). Sora and Shiro’s talents and skills are so abnormally good they are considered as urban legend. One day, they are challenged by the god of games to chess and are victorious. As a result, the god summons them to Disboard, a reality which revolves around games. Intent on maintaining their reputation as the undefeated gamers, Sora and Shiro plan to conquer the sixteen ruling species and to usurp the god of games... NGNL is a series of light novels, of which 6 have been translated (PDFs can be found here, or bought legally at any online bookstore). The No Game No Life anime can be found on Crunchyroll here. Request: The fact that Shiro and Sora literally cannot be separated from each other is one of the dynamics that I like about the series. I really enjoy codependent siblings as a Thing. So I would be happy if you played with that dynamic. Plotty gen for this series would be great-- it's always fun when one of them is much better than the other or they have to separate and execute plans while relying solely on the intuition of what their sibling will do. Alternately, someone kidnapping Sora and Shiro having to play a game to get him back while they both battle their inability to get anything done alone... I'd love background on them, where they tried to separate or were forced to separate and failed to function, or where one or the other tried to interact with other people (maybe a gamer who tracked them down) but were either terrible at it, the other one quietly sabotaged the budding relationship, or the third person got way too freaked out by the way Sora and Shiro act around each other. Future fic would also be great-- King/Queen Blank or even the Gods Blank, after they've beaten Tet. What does that look like? What kind of world are they making for themselves and each other? I ship them, but do not expect other people to, so if you want to write shippy fic (with aged up Shiro!!!) for them, I will be surprised but happy. I will happily admit to wanting kinky sex games. Extra Details: For reference, I've read through volume 8 of the light novel, watched the anime and the movie. I am not precious about spoilers for this series, so feel free to use later information. I know this series isn't everyone's cup of tea, with the sheer amount of fanservice and Sora's utterly otaku personality and the pseudo-incest thing with the 12 year old. Personally, as is probably obvious from the request, I'm less interested in the fanservicey characters, and much more about the dynamics of Shiro and Sora's relationship. I love the way they know exactly what the other is capable of and trust each other completely and whole-heartedly. Whether you write something small and domestic or big and plotty, for me the core of NGNL is that they love, care and respect each other in a way that is beautiful but also extremely unhealthy. If you want to go the shippy route, again, Shiro needs to be aged up appropriately-- it's always been interesting to me that Sora understands that it is inappropriate to sexualize his underage adopted sister, while Shiro goes out of her way to help sexualize other women for Sora's entertainment. There's a part of me that wonders if she's planning ahead for when she is old enough to be an "appropriate" (in age, if nothing else) sexual partner and is trying to get Sora to lose his virginity ahead of time. selector infected WIXOSS: Aoi Akira, Igarashi Rumi | UlithThe Series: WIXOSS is a popular trading card game in which players battle against each other with fighters known as LRIGs, using cards to support them. Certain LRIGs are able to communicate with their owners, and the girls chosen to wield them are known as "Selectors". Selectors are given the chance to have any wish granted by winning battles against other Selectors, but should they lose three times, their wish will be reversed into a curse instead. The main series, selector infected WIXOSS, follows a girl named Ruko Kominato, who becomes a Selector after receiving an LRIG that she names Tama. As she and various other Selectors battle it out for the sake of their wish, Ruko finds herself drawn into the dark, sinister world of WIXOSS, discovering that, win or lose, there is always a price to pay. The anime can be found on Funimation here Request: So, you know how in my "general likes" I said I don't like "gratuitous angst"? In this fandom, there is no such thing as "gratuitous". Darkfic is absolutely welcome here. The thing I am most interested in here is the manipulative, awful relationship that Akira has with Ulith-as-Iona. Like, I love them all, and for some reason in this fandom, that comes out to "please break them". Exploring their adult lives and how their relationships and the Wixoss game affected them in the future would be amazing. What else happened to them? What are their careers like? What are their home lives like? Are they... living together? Does some sort of magic continue to be a theme in their lives? Feel free to write in-universe plot or no-powers universe, or some horrible Madoka or Yurikuma Arashi or other magical girl thing, where they can all be horribly manipulative lesbians together because that's magical and wonderful. OTOH, if you want to write codependent-but-vaguely-functional adult Akira and Iona/Ulith being horrible assholes and having adventures of some sort (magic, detectives, idk) that is ALSO A+. I mean, I like happy endings, and if you can come up with something heartwarming (or "heartwarming") I'm not going to complain. Extra Details: Evil lesbians are Problematic, I know. But Akira was one of my favorite characters from the word go and (if you're paying attention to my fandoms as a whole) I really really like codependent or unhealthy relationships. I love her love/hate relationship with Iona and with Ulith, and the way those two characters sort of get mixed up for Akira specifically. If you want to play with Iona and Ulith's personalities and interactions as well, that would also be pretty fun. I'm also down for other types of AUs, like they have to get their shit together and track down someone who is killing Selectors, or they become selectors as adults and not girls. I know they're young, but given that this is a super-fucking dark canon, I am totally cool with dubiously consensual sex either on or off-screen. FANDOM: Yoroiden Samurai Troopers | Ronin Warriors (Shuu Rei Fuan | Kento Rei Fang, Mouri Shin | Cye Mouri) The Series: Ronin Warriors, known in Japan as Yoroiden Samurai Troopers (lit. "Legendary Armor Samurai Troopers"), is a Japanese anime series and manga adaptation created by Hajime Yatate. It's the story of five teenage boys, given mystical armor to protect the world from the evil Arago. 1000 years ago, Arago nearly succeeded in taking over the human world when Kaosu managed to defeat him. Although Arago's soul is banished to the demon world, his armor is left intact. Kaosu divided the armor into nine separate armor suits. Each armor will choose its bearer, and together they will fight Arago. At least that was the original intent... Although Arago manages to corrupt four sets of the armor, the last five remain safe. It's a bit like Power Rangers, only grounded in more serious traditional Japanese cultural trappings. Being created in the 80s, the art style is a little wonky, but it's an enjoyable thriller and is somewhat more focused and serious than a lot of sentai shows. The anime can be found on Crunchyroll here Request: I love Shuu/Shin with Shin being snarktastic and Shuu being smug and solid and dependable. I used to frequent the Minkland archive back when this fandom still kinda existed, and was forever disappointed that the skinny pretty boys got tons and tons of fic and Shuu was just sort of there in the background. (If you used to read Mink and Jink's fic, I will be so happy I could cry if I got that sort of cracked-out porny fic with Shuu, okay. Due to that formative influence, if you want to GO FOR THE AU, GO FOR IT WITH GUSTO. I've always wanted nanshoku/samurai AU. Or, you know, hooker fic, or dark!troopers fic, or harem fic or something like that. I also like found-family fic, gen-ish mysteries and adventures-- more fighting Massive Cosmic Evil, and curtainfic. Futurefic is also awesome, where they get on with their lives, maybe together or maybe trying to keep their friendships intact when there's no massive Cosmic Evil to keep them close. Extra Details: If you used to read Mink and Jink's fic, I will be so happy I could cry if I got that sort of cracked-out porny, possibly AU fic with Shuu, okay Fics I especially enjoyed from that archive: The Grand One The Clit Club Chronicles The Harem Vinyl Wagashi Cherry Zima Threesome Theater of Magic Due to that formative influence, if you want to GO FOR THE AU, GO FOR IT WITH GUSTO. I've always wanted nanshoku/samurai AU (see this image). Or, you know, hooker fic, or dark!troopers fic, or harem fic or something like that. My usual ships are Shin/Shuu, Shin/Ryo, Touma/Seiji and Ryo/Nasuti. But I multiship and am willing to run with anything-- I'm a Sex With All Teammates sort of person, so fivesomes and alternate pairings are not a problem for me. Dragon Prince Trilogy - Melanie Rawn: Ianthe of Princemarch, Sioned of River Run The Series: To blatantly steal someone else's review on Amazon: "Melanie Rawn created a world and a people that gives everything you could possibly want in a fantasy world. It gives love, hate, peace, war, magic, royalty, commoners, children to take over the next generation and best of all; dragons." I want to say "if this wasn't the matched fandom you should go out and read them right the fuck now', because I have read these books So Many Times. They're high fantasy novels about politics and the prince of a desert and magical people who communicate via sunlight and can conjure fire. AND DRAGONS. Also a lot of interpersonal and romantic maneuverings. It's a high fantasy politics and romance romp of somewhere ~550 pages. If that sounds interesting to you, pretty much every used bookstore I have ever been to has at least one copy of these books. I think they spawn on bookshelves or something. The books are also available in ebook form here (Kindle) and here (Nook) for 3 bucks. Please read them. (TW for rape in the first book) The Request: I love everything this series chooses to be. It's fun and cheesy and fantasy, which the best thing in the world. I've always thought that Ianthe had a serious hate-crush on Sioned and part of the reason she was so vicious and fucked up was that whole "you must marry a guy and expand the empire or your useless" thing when maybe she didn't want to do that. Ianthe's always been one of my favorite characters because she's brilliant and ruthless and clearly takes joy in clever plans that go well. Of course, being the villain in a cheesy fantasy, she got no depth whatsoever, aside from that whole sexually liberated, taking male consorts thing (which is AWESOME, okay.) Sioned is also awesome and brilliant and kick ass. Her hesitance in the first book while she decided what she really wanted to do was pretty great, as was the fact that she promptly made friends with Tobin and pretty much every character not designated "villain". It seems like up through Ianthe's death, they're playing a game of brinkmanship. (Which isn't to say I don't like Sioned and Rohan together. They're bookTP and totally awesome.) As for prompts, I normally prefer plotty fic to introspection. I feel like the whole sunrunner thing lends itself well to espionage, so political thriller, or murder mysteries or something would be great. If you want to do plot-what-plot involving these two-- either sex or just the sort of dancing around/pigtail pulling that would be great. Threesomes with Rohan-- also acceptable! Hell, if you want to do an AU where they end up together instead of Sioned marrying Rohan-- or alternately, an AU end to the trilogy, where Ianthe never died in the fire and ends up taking over as High Princess and making the Desert monarchs' lives hell and discovering her powers. Or something where she knew about her powers all along. Or Sioned, I don't know, realizing she kind of did think Ianthe was attractive. I also really enjoy Pandsala, but I didn't find her dynamic with Sioned and Rohan quite as engaging, even though she also did some bad-ass stuff in the long run. Her weird push and pull backstabby, politicized sisterly thing was interesting, though. Extra Details: Okay, like I said, I think this series is the cheesiest fantasy series in the WORLD and in a lot of ways it's one of my first nostalgia fandoms. If you haven't read them, they are kind of ridiculously long (Like, GRR Martin-long), but they're quick reads despite that and rather less depressing than a lot of high fantasy. It's silly in the way that "adult fantasy" that takes itself way too seriously can be. A lot of the main protagonists actively enjoy each others' company and that's as much integral to the book as the politics and dragon-slaying. That said, I kinda asked for a semi-serious plotty story. But if you want to run with the "it's cheesy fantasy" and want to write about Ianthe rescuing princesses or Sioned running away to be a knight and abducting Ianthe away from her toxic father, or something silly, I say get down with your nerd self and run with it. I've only read parts of the second trilogy, and the second generation aren't really very interesting to me. If you want to write future-fic, I would prefer that it continues to focus on the original generation (no matter how much I love Andry, Pol just seems like kind of a jerk).

House of M - New X-Men: Academy X: Any The Series: I'm surprised it took me so long to nominate and request this fandom. I love New X-Men and was GUTTED when Decimation forced them into killing off so many of the characters. If you've never read it, New X-Men: Academy X was an X-Man title in the mid-00's, focusing on entirely new students at Xavier's Academy, being taught by the more established characters. Some of the New X-Men have managed to escape and become general Marvel characters in their own rights (David Alleyne, for example), but for the most part, they were just teenagers at school who rarely got caught up in larger plots. 616 New X-Men were about teenagers fighting, and coming to grips with the fact that they're being raised and taught to go sacrifice themselves for a Greater Goal. They're all wonderfully, horribly traumatized teenagers with powers. The plots were fleshed out and realistic, and when they weren't they were still interesting or fun. This request isn't technically for that. It's for the House of M megacrossover from 2009. Wanda Maximoff, mutant reality shifter and sometimes-crazy-lady, decided that mutants should run the world. SO THEY DID. And suddenly the lives of our young students become very different. Half of them after still "New Mutants", working towards peace, and the others are "Hellions", SHIELD trainees in a violently anti-homo-sapien state system. I've always felt that House of M as a narrative concept has been dismissed too easily by Marvel fans, because there are so many pieces of worldbuilding left unbuilt. I'm most interested in seeing it from the eyes of younger participants who are being trained or have been trained for their places. What does that world look like? New X-Men: Academy X can be found online here: https://viewcomics.me/comic/new-x-men-2004. The House of M crossover runs for issues 16-19. The Request: There's a lot here to play with because the authors never really got to play in either the Academy X OR the House of M sandboxes long enough to do all of their ideas justice. So I'm going to lay out some of the stuff I liked most about NXM in general and HoM in particular. The nom is for HoM, but I think HoM is most interesting in conversation with the standard 616 universe, alongside having the fun YA action stuff and the complicated interpersonal relationships. For example: in 616 Josh joined the Reavers and pretended not to be a mutant until he was confronted with Laurie nearly dying. I can imagine a bunch of different scenarios for House of M that would lead to where we see Josh and Laurie in the HoM comics (Laurie undercover with the New Mutants, and Josh working as an interrogator alongside Kevin). Laurie's introversion in 616 juxtaposed against her brazen treachery and clear control over her skills in HoM. HoM shows Kevin in a full decontamination suit, but we know in 616 that his ability is blocked by wearing synthetic fibers (I imagined this to be a interrogator scare tactic, but it could be any number of other things). Kevin and Josh's relationship in 616 is fraught, especially with Josh's previous experiences with anti-mutant activists and the fact that Kevin killed his father when his powers manifested. But they seemed to work together well in HoM. And speaking of Kevin-- how did his powers manifesting actually pan out in a universe where mutants aren't seen as a threat? I have to wonder whether there's some concept of "acceptable casualties" because some peoples' powers clearly manifest first in dangerous situations. Alternatively: Fluffy Josh/Kevin with a backdrop of torture, murder and state violence. I ship mostly Josh/Kevin because rivals-to-lovers and boy-who-kills-anything-he-touches/boy-who-cannot-be-killed is Great For Me. I also love the abuse of powers and manipulation involved in being interrogators/torturers(/murderers?) for the House of Magneto. They work together, they hurt people together, but maybe they also... smooch? THAT SAID! Adding Laurie to that ship is always a great way to fuck up and destabilize them! Especially in HoM, where we know she's already keeping secrets and can and WILL use her pheromones to fuck with people. And David! OH, DAVID. The only real New Mutant in this request. Does he have previous relationships with Josh and/or Kevin? I don't mind David/Noriko, but I also ship David with Kevin and Josh, and also Tommy and Teddy from Young Avengers, if you feel like exploring other parts of the HoM world. I have never considered David/Laurie before, but if you want to give it a whirl, I'm down. As for David-- His responses to state violence (as evidenced by the Hellions and SHIELD) are clearly different from the rest of the requested characters, and it would be interesting to explore David and his experience of this universe. Are his powers still restrained the same way? I know he supposedly dies at the end of the HoM mini-arc, but we never see them die, so feel free to write David managing to crawl off and plan to take down everything and everyone. A specific DNW for this fandom is Josh/Rahne. I don't mind the relationship having existed and impacting the characters, but only as a past relationship.

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SENSORY DETAILS. When it comes to magic and meta powers-- especially ones that aren't battle-oriented-- is what they feel like. What does it MEAN for David to be able to know anything someone else knows? What does the emptiness and fullness of it do to him? Josh's powers are all tactile and his body actively changes after trauma (in 616, first by turning him gold, then by creating black spots on his skin after he kills someone for the first time). Does his power always alter him, but usually in unnoticeable ways? What can he know and feel from a touch? Same for Kevin-- does withering sate a hunger, or make him feel worse? What would it feel like if he touched Josh? And Laurie... I'd love both her thought-process and the sensory details of what she's doing. Can she smell her own pheromones? Do they ever affect her? What does she feel like when she's manipulating people so subtly that they barely notice a passing smell? If you want to bring in other 616 knowledge and see what it looks like in HoM, that's cool. So is bringing in other HoM storylines. There's a throw-away line in Luke Cage's HoM crossover that the Runaways are known as an organized crime group. Cage himself runs a resistence cell (and given the end of the NXM crossover, David seems like he'd be willing to throw in with that lot). Young Avengers, the other New X-Men who weren't given much screentime in the HoM crossover-- I'd love any of that. Young Justice (Comics): Match, Tim Drake

The Series: Comics are confusing! This request is for the late-90s version of Young Justice by Peter David, which consisted of Robin, Impulse, Superboy, Arrowette, Secret, and Wonder Girl, along with others. It's very much a young-heroes-trying-to-make-their-way. Unlike the newer show, this Young Justice tended to be left on their own without much of a guiding hand. It was a very 90s comic, with very 90s fashion and a lot of nod-nod-wink-wink in-jokes. I love it because it's a series that always wore its humor on its sleeve. It's an affectionate look at young superheroes, and allowed them to react to teen problems alongside the more standard superhero tropes. There's the possibility for angst and darkness (and once they graduated to Teen Titans especially, that came up more), but they were allowed to be both hurt and upset AND fun and cheerful. The comics weren't available collected until last year (it took them TWENTY YEARS JFC), and it's well-worth buying from your local retailer, but you can also find them online here. The character I'm requesting first appeared in Superboy's solo series (starting in issue #35), which can be found here and again in the first volume of Young Justice: Sins of Youth. The Request: SO! I have always loved Match in the original YJ and Superboy comics, and the writers gave him really short shrift. We have a clone of Kon, who is as smart, if not smarter, can pretend to be Kon for extended periods of time— but every time he tries, people get hurt or die. I’ve always wondered how Tim felt that he literally couldn’t tell his best friend from an imposter. And then Match went and ran off and disappeared and no one ever seemed to consider what he was doing, after thousands of his/Kon’s siblings/clones were murdered essentially in front of him and the Agenda fell apart. (I’m not entirely surprised that Kon didn’t pay attention to all of those clones of him dying, but think about it from the standpoint of someone for whom those were supposed to be an army of his siblings. What a way to get survivor’s guilt.) Did Match go to Lex? It doesn’t seem like it, but given that as Kon’s clone, he’s technically Lex’s son too, it’s a possibility. Or alternately! He got himself out of the superhero game and did something else! What was it? I’d also love for a story about him wanting to be a super and have that family that Kon and Clark have, but being shut out of that world because he’s a “villain”. Or him getting that family after so long. Or him showing up at the Kents’ place because “fuck it, if Kon can have this, so can I” and it goes… well or poorly, depending on you. Or him finding his own family in a place that is separate from the who superhero thing, and Kon or Tim or Clark stumbling on him. Or Lex trying to use him— whether or not it works is up to you, although I’d love for it to touch on Match’s need to be part of something larger— after all, he was built and trained to be the vanguard for an army that was summarily murdered in front of him. Tim's refusal to even vaguely hint about his real identity during this time is fun too-- we have two boys who are both hiding their identities in different ways. It makes me wonder if Tim COULD have figured Match out, if the Sins of the Youth plotline didn't happen or was delayed somehow, because he seems to have all of the pieces of information. Or maybe Match-as-Kon was the only person Tim revealed part of his real name too, and has to deal with the ramifications of trust. Actually, Tim and the Issues Of Trust is the YA novel that I'd love to see Tim and Match (and Kon and the rest of YJ) star in. Bring back Mr Sarcastic (PLEASE bring back Mr Sarcastic) and Alvin Draper. Bring back the way that Tim hides by burrowing under identities and performances, and collects information on everyone he knows. I love detective stories and, out of all the Bats, Tim has always struck me as one of the best actual detectives, rather than crime-fighters. So Tim getting lost in a mystery will always make me happy. There's also something interesting about a group of young teens fighting for their own autonomy and identity. At this point in Tim's story, I think he was still thinking of the Robin thing as almost an extracurricular, and probably grappling with how hard it is on him physically, as well as mentally. So, I guess struggling for a coherent snse of self and agency are really interesting touchstones in this fandom. ALSO, MY DEEPLY HELD RARE PAIR FROM THE 90s: Tim/Match! See above, re: Match being present for Identity Crisis instead of Kon. I’d love Match to be trying to follow Kon’s footsteps re: Cassie, and being way more into Tim, which leads to Tim being confused and into Kon. Also any of the above prompts can include Tim (maybe Tim tries to help cushion a meeting between Match and Kon or Clark! Or maybe he just ends up Match’s sugar daddy. I’m down.) Although this request is ripe for dubious identity weirdness with Match pretending to be Kon, I'd really prefer that you focus on Match getting to be his own person, even if there's some pretending-to-be-Kon in there. Extra Details: This has been a lowkey love of mine for literally decades. My absolute favorite gift of all time was original pages from one of the Superboy issues where Match appears for the first time. And as I've grown older, my love for this rare, obscure character has deepened. Also, as I've grown older, I've begun to want more adult!Match, or growing up!Match just because the idea of growing up in the margins of superhero culture after everything that happened to him is really interesting. He was straight-up groomed and brainwashed, and then the Agenda was gone, so how did he cope? What is he doing now? What kind of adult does he make? This request is specifically for the mid-90s comic, so feel free to stick to that. But if you read the 2010-era Teen Titans and want to explore some later story choices-- like Match becoming Bizarro-like, Slade making him part of Titans East, or his fear that Jericho would hurt the Titans in his body, or save Match from Superboy-Prime, I'm not going to complain. (Personal headcanon time: I think Slade was trying to mind control Match with the same stuff he used on Rose, and it caused the Bizarro-like symptoms). I also love Elseworlds and mirror!verse stuff too. As I've said elsewhere in the letter, I really prefer Happily Ever After/Happily For Now stuff, and I prefer my bittersweet fics heavy on the sweetness. Please give Match the love and affection he's always deserved. But also, please feel free to make both Match and Tim HURT first.

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Twist Of Fate - Ch10 - (Trixya) - katyahzamo

A/N: And we’re back! Sorry for making you guys wait for literally a month, but life got crazy for a hot second and here we are. This chapter is longer to make up for it, and the next one should come super soon! We have only 2 or 3 chapters left until the end, so thank you for sticking with me!

A reminder: Trixie is a hairdresser and Katya is a struggling photographer slash yoga instructor. Lesbian AU. Read the chapters on AO3 and/or come hang out on my tumblr katyahzamo. Comments are welcome and encouraged!

“I don’t understand, I thought you were fine with long distance.”

“It’s not just that, Pearl, it’s, I-“

“No, I get it. It’s not me, it’s you or some other bullshit you’re about to pull out.”

“Pearl-“

“No, I really don’t care. I just wish you told me before I fucking went around and changed half of my life because of you.”

“You said you wanted to stay in Boston to stay close to your friends.”

“Oh bullshit, Trixie, we both know why I stayed.”

They were standing on the opposite sides of the room, Pearl’s numerous suitcases between them a nice metaphor for the chasm that had opened half an hour earlier. Pearl, a generally laid back if not a little aloof woman was trembling now, her fingers holding a cigarette close to her mouth, the default disinterested façade bursting at the seams. Nothing else could be expected, after all, considering the fact Trixie just told her she couldn’t be in a relationship with her anymore. Out of nowhere.

Silence stretched into eternity as Pearl smoked and Trixie watched her, not able to find the right words to make the situation okay. She knew she loved the other blonde, had a wonderful time with her for eight months they have been together, but also knew it was unfair to keep it up; especially with unresolved feelings towards another, shorter, much more chaotic blonde woman. She knew it was a horrible timing to break up, without a chance to talk it out with the clock ticking closer to Pearl’s departure, but Trixie knew that if she hadn’t done it now, she wouldn’t have found the strength to do it any time soon.

“I should go. Last thing I fucking need is to miss my flight.”

“I can still go with you.”

“No, don’t bother. I already got an Uber.”

“I’m sorry.”

Pearl didn’t reply, and didn’t let Trixie help with her suitcases. She slammed the door behind her once her ride arrived, the door to her own rented apartment that Trixie was supposed to move into while Pearl was on tour. When the surroundings fell silent, only sound the ticking of a clock somewhere in the living room, Trixie dropped on the couch and covered her eyes, finally letting a sob escape her chest, and then another one, and another, and soon enough she was a crying mess on a bunch of pillows that still smelled like her now ex-girlfriend.

The following morning she texted Kim to tell her she’d be squatting at her place for a little while longer, and Kim took her out for cupcakes and coffee before work to make her feel better. Dread hung low in her chest, and Trixie kept checking her phone between clients to see if Pearl texted her, even though she knew she wouldn’t. Pearl had never been the one to cause drama or a scene of any kind, good or bad – being in a public eye taught her how to be private, about her life and her feelings alike, which was one of the main reasons Trixie liked her in the first place.

Trixie avoided instagram like the plague for the next couple of days, knowing Pearl would be posting stories from her East Coast gigs, with hordes of beautiful women that seemed to follow her wherever she went. It’s not necessarily the jealousy that made Trixie avoid social media, it was more the guilt of how badly she handled the breakup itself. The only afternoon she spent on instagram was to go through Katya’s behind-the-scenes photos she’d tagged her in, and felt a little pang in her chest at a photo of Pearl looking off camera and at her, as she recalled.

By the time the end of the week rolled by, Trixie was sure that breaking up with Pearl was the right thing to do. Yet, the feelings in the following week were the most confusing mix of emotions she’d ever experienced in a long time. Her time was spent between crying and self-pity whenever she’d see something that reminded her of Pearl on one hand, yet her stomach would flip every time she saw Katya post on social media on the other. Katya had announced that she’s quitting teaching yoga for photography in an instagram post in true Katya fashion: all flashy and including bad photoshop Trixie knew was purposeful, and she felt her heart swell with pride, even though she couldn’t find it in her to congratulate Katya just yet, or talk to her for that matter.

When Katya messaged her first a day after, Trixie almost didn’t invite her for coffee and even berated herself for having done so when they almost kissed in Honey. Despite everything, Trixie did not know if whatever she felt for Katya was simply a result of months of fantasizing about her years previously, or actual, real feelings that had potential, if Katya even liked her back in the first place. The latter was still undecided, since reading Katya was like deciphering the binary code to a person who has never seen a computer in their life. It took all of her willpower to invite Katya out after that, and she played it safe, knowing that a fair was a place where they could have fun even if their date bombed. It would also be easy to play it off as a friendly outing if either of them realized that giving a chance to whatever feelings they had was a mistake.

When she kissed Katya in her car after the evening at the fair, and Katya kissed her back, all Trixie’s doubts about her own ever-growing feelings dissipated faster than artificial fog in cheap theater productions, especially when she could feel her heart and mind explode when Katya touched her anywhere and kissed her like that. She all but ran to Kim’s apartment after half an hour of making out in Katya’s car, and retold the events of the entire evening at the fair to an almost excruciating detail, so much that Kim had to egg her on when she got stuck on explaining the way Katya laughed when kids ganged up on her while they were driving bumper cars, how she held her tightly on top of the Ferris wheel, and how kissing her felt like no other thing in the entire world.

She did spare Kim the details of how Katya pressed her into the side of her car and kissed her neck until her knees felt liquid, the way her hands roamed over Trixie’s waist and squeezed her ass, or how breathy Katya’s whisper was against her ear when she said she was going to miss her; and how wet it made Trixie just thinking about it. Had it been any other person, Trixie would have told Kim about all of it, but the fear of this being a one-time thing still loomed over her as she got ready for Wisconsin and she did not want to jinx it, irrational as it might have sounded.

Being back in Wisconsin made Trixie feel suffocated more than all of the happenings in her personal life combined, and she was grateful Bob is in town too, even if it’s just for the weekend. She spent the first five to six days helping her mother sort out her late aunt’s clothes and possessions, one half going to family, the other to charity, just the way her aunt had wanted. She had no children or heirs in her name, so she had left all of her jewelry to Trixie - and that woman sure had a lot of it. It made Trixie cry, more than once, as she went through all the necklaces and bracelets she had let Trixie wear when she was a kid, back when she used to babysit her during long summer days when her mom and stepfather were away.

What made Trixie cry even more is the photo album she found in her aunt’s drawer, dedicated completely to Trixie and her siblings, since they spent most of their childhood in their aunt’s home, which was considerably bigger than their own and smelled of incense and lavender. Bob was in most of the pictures too, and Trixie decided to take one or two to give to him once they go out.

Talking to Katya, even if it’s just over text, helped the anxiety over being around family again. She made Trixie laugh with random photos of people from the street, crude stickers on street lamps or graffiti. They even talked on the phone once, the same night when Trixie found the photo album and was unable to stop crying until her throat hurt and eyes prickled. Katya asked her if she’s okay several times, and when Trixie assured her that she would be, they talked until three in the morning about life, death, universe and for some reason – clowns. Trixie found out then that Katya had an affinity for ghosts too, and made her promise she’d never summon one with Trixie in her presence. They never mentioned Pearl, not since that first day at the café, and it was mostly because Trixie still felt guilty over how they broke up and the fact that she’d been texting Pearl several days prior.

It’s not that Trixie planned to meet up with Pearl from the get-go, but she had seen that one of her gigs was in Chicago the weekend Bob was supposed to come. She had replied to one of Pearl’s stories on a whim, never expecting a response and had ended up surprised when it arrived. Pearl hadn’t been talkative, though she rarely ever was, but had agreed to meet up with Trixie for lunch on the day of the gig, to Trixie’s great relief. Bob volunteered to drive her to Chicago as both moral support and in need for some good quality lesbian drama, as he put it, even though Trixie didn’t share any of the details with him until the day of the trip.

Aside from the looming sense of doom, Trixie was looking forward to going on a small road trip with one of her best friends, especially since they live on the opposite sides of the country nowadays. She knew that the nervous knot in her stomach in the following days was made worse because she hid this piece of information from Katya, but none of the times they texted each other seemed right to put the information out there. Aside from occasional flirting, they didn’t talk much about what exactly it is that they were doing, and Trixie willed herself not to think about it too much until they see each other again. With that in mind, she decided that telling Katya about meeting Pearl can wait too.

Come Saturday morning, Bob picks her up bright and early and they barely speak until they’ve had coffee Trixie’s mom’s packed for the both of them. For some miraculous reason, her mother loves Bob despite him being an openly gay man, but she never asks him anything aside from how his parents are doing and what the weather is like in Los Angeles. As they pack up and stand in front of the car, Mrs. Mattel gives them both a hug and tells them to have fun in Chicago. Trixie has no intentions of telling her mother that she’s going to see her ex-girlfriend, justifying her trip as the only time she can celebrate her upcoming birthday with her best friend. Talking about anything remotely gay in the Mattel household has been out of the question ever since Trixie came out in her teenage years, and despite the hurt, she’d eventually gotten used to it.

“So, are we going to wait for Pearl outside of the club and scare the shit out of her or what?”

Trixie rolls her eyes at him, which he fails to see, having his eyes on the highway once they leave the tiny set of houses surrounding Trixie’s home.

“No, bitch, she knows I’m coming.”

“What, really?”

“Yeah, I texted her some time after I landed last week, asked if we could talk. Told her I still had the keys to her apartment.”

“Tell me the truth, Mattel, did you steal that poor girl’s keys just so you can make her talk to you later?”

“Shut up, she left them after she ran out that night, and me in that apartment too.”

“Well, can you blame her? You practically dumped her an hour before her big tour without so much an explanation—“

“I was there Bob, thanks.”

This makes him laugh and he reaches out to squeeze her shoulder.

“You know I’m just messing with you. What are you gonna tell her, anyway?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Anything but ‘I don’t think this is going to work’.”

“Right, because that went so well for you last time.”

“Exactly. I just want to make sure to have the closure, you know?”

“… so you can be with Katya.”

Trixie’s mouth forms a small ‘o’ as she turns to him, glaring incredulously.

“I’m going to kill Kimberly.”

“Kim provides me with info you never tell me, bitch! When were you going to tell me you’re banging the hot Russian photographer? Finally, might I add?”

“Listen, we went out on a semi-date and kissed, it’s not like we fu—“

“So she’s the real reason for the breakup, right?”

“Oh Jesus.”

“Trixie, I know you better than your own mother knows you. How do I know? She made this disgusting ass coffee and didn’t even put caramel in it.”

Trixie laughs at that, her cheeks still burning since the Katya talk started. Her stomach is full of butterflies every time Katya is brought up, and her chest burns when she remembers how Katya took a photo of a sunrise and captioned it with It’s so quiet, you’d love it in their text thread that very morning.

“So?”

“Hm?”

“Spill it, Mattel! I want all the dirty details!”

So Trixie tells him; starting with Adore and Bianca’s party and finishes with the late night phone conversation while the two of them pass Milwaukee and head south for Chicago. Bob stops her here and there for details, and Trixie feels like they are fifteen again, talking about their first crushes and trying to gauge for all the signs if their crushes like them back. When Trixie comes to the kiss, she doesn’t spare Bob the way she did Kim, and he lets out a long whistle, followed by a booming laugh.

“You’re so fucking whipped, I’m living for this!”

She doesn’t even try to argue with him, because he pushes onward, and before they know it they’ve reached Chicago, together with new levels of anxiety that Trixie starts feeling as soon as she becomes aware that it will be the first time seeing and talking to Pearl after several weeks. A part of her is dreading a potential fight that might come out of it, but a bigger part of her is just ready to put all of it behind and move on.

Pearl waits for her in one of the restaurants just down the street from her hotel, a location she’s sent to Trixie who messaged her after she spent several hours walking around Chicago with Bob and taking pictures she would show Katya later.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

They go in for a hug, but it’s short, and it’s awkward, and Trixie soon finds that Pearl doesn’t really look at her as she settles into her own seat on the other side of the table. When she does, though, Trixie can see that Pearl is not as angry anymore, just… indifferent. Trixie is used to indifferent, but never towards her. It’s somewhat of a relief, even though she knows Pearl is an expert of keeping the feelings of any kind inside unless she wants them to surface.

“How have you been?” Trixie chances after she’s ordered a salad and Pearl has ordered soup, even though neither of them feel hungry.

“Good. Busy. You?”

Short and to the point. It makes Trixie sigh, but she nods either way.

“I’ve been okay. Traveled home to get aunt’s stuff in order. Fully didn’t expect to see the entire family.”

There’s a shadow of a smile that fades quickly when Pearl doesn’t return it. Instead, she trails her fingers over the cup of coffee that’s been drank before Trixie arrived. She opens her mouth several times but doesn’t know how to start, and Pearl sees it, seemingly decides to let her struggle for a bit, before she speaks up.

“Why are you here, Trixie?”

“I came to talk to you. And give you your keys back.”

“And that couldn’t wait until I’m back in Boston?”

Technically, it could. Trixie purses her pink lips and moves the phantom strand of hair from her shoulder. Her blonde hair has been pulled up in a high ponytail, matching Pearl’s almost perfectly.

“I didn’t know when you were coming back and if you were coming back at all so…”

“And you couldn’t have given the keys to Adore?”

Trixie can’t pinpoint if the annoyance is fake or if she’s just poking fun at her, a slight cutting tone not entirely matching the way the corners of Pearl’s mouth twitch. Despite herself, Trixie laughs dryly.

“I’m not Adore’s favorite person right now, honestly, and I don’t blame her.”

“Why not?” Pearl’s head tilts to the side as she leans her crossed arms on her own side of the table.

“Because I broke up with you the way I did. And I totally get it, I deserve the cold shoulder I’ve been getting from our friends.”

“Trixie, listen-“

“Pearl, I’m sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am for doing it the way I did. It was sudden, and it was after the most fun day any of us had in a while, and you didn’t deserve that bomb dropped on you before your big ass sold out tour. You fully couldn’t see it coming and there I was, fucking everything up.”

“Oh I saw it coming.”

“What?”

Trixie’s eyes bug out just a little bit, and the word comes out sharper than she intended, but it prompts a small smile on Pearl’s side. She’s forgotten how crinkles form around Pearl’s pale eyes when she smiles like that, but Trixie has been too preoccupied to think about Katya’s laugh lines in the past two weeks to get a chance to miss them.

“Trixie, I might be slow sometimes, and I fucking suck at math, but I’m not stupid. I know it hasn’t been the same for a while now.”

The unnecessarily aggressive heat climbs up Trixie’s neck and tints her cheeks pink. Pearl doesn’t give her a chance to stumble over her words, but continues.

“I’ve seen you slowly pulling away for at least a month before that night, but there were so many things going on that I thought it was just you being stressed out over your job and your aunt. I didn’t think it had anything to do with me. So, when you broke it off that night, I thought about everything, some things fell in place and I couldn’t really hate you. Shit happens.”

If there was ever a moment where Trixie Mattel wished for a cigarette, this is it. The way Pearl talks about this in a nonchalant way after only two weeks opens the avalanche of emotions towards Pearl and their entire situation, and Trixie has a hard time keeping the sudden surge of tears. It’s not necessarily that she expected Pearl to tell her to go fuck herself, but a part of her can’t help but wonder if Pearl cared enough for her since she sure as hell doesn’t look upset right now. Trixie pushes that intrusive thought down, since hurting Pearl is the root of all her guilt, and seeing her not hurt as much weeks later should be a relief. Pearl lets her compose herself, watching her over the cup of coffee, until Trixie speaks again.

“I still think I didn’t do any of this right. Handling my feelings, handling work shit and I fully didn’t treat you right.” Her voice is a bit lower now, feeling her throat close and eyes cast down to her own hands. “I should have done it sooner, but you were having so much fun with the photoshoot and the girls and I… I just have a fucking terrible timing, okay?”

They both laugh at that, and Trixie’s chortle is somewhat teary and ends in a hiccup, but she looks back at Pearl and wipes a stray tear with a finger not to smudge her makeup.

“Look Trix, you did what you had to do. I don’t think I treated you the way you wanted to be treated, either. I wasn’t there for you, emotionally. We both held onto it for a lot longer than we should have. Going away gave me a bit of perspective on the whole situation, and I appreciate you for being honest. My pride might never forgive you for dumping me but… you know.”

She laughs that slow, dragged out Pearl laugh and Trixie thinks this is probably the most open she’s ever seen Pearl since they met. It makes Trixie realize the truth behind those words. Settling down in one place, with a huge house and a dog is something Trixie knows is the endgame for her, was never really an option for Pearl.

“You’re fucking amazing and any girl would be lucky to have you, Pearl. You deserve a great life.”

“I think you’re amazing too. You’ll find someone that will be more present for you, something I could never fully do.”

Trixie nods and they look at each other in silence for a little while longer, then Pearl speaks again.

“But thank you for coming down to see me. It’s more than any other girl’s ever done for me.”

The words cause Trixie’s bottom lip to tremble slightly again, but she smiles nevertheless.

“It’s the least I could do after letting you leave in an Uber with three of your suitcases.”

“Yeah, that was the worst thing any girl has ever done to me.”

The laughter is a bit lighter this time around and Pearl reaches out to squeeze her hand. Throughout the months they have been together, Pearl always had a calming effect on Trixie, who was a little dramatic about things and cried easily about anything, happy or sad. Realizing just how much she will miss Pearl as an everyday presence in her life is almost overwhelming, and a little bittersweet.

“Are you going to be back in Boston anytime soon?”

“Maybe, but not soon. We got several cities in Europe, Asia and Australia added to the tour so when that’s over, yeah. I still have some of my stuff there.”

“I’m proud of you.” Trixie then says, and Pearl smiles at her again, the initial coldness almost completely gone.

“Thanks. If you ever decide to come to one of the gigs, let me know.”

“Oh I fully intend to.”

The rest of the lunch goes by quickly, and they part with a hug much tighter this time around. Trixie feels the urge to cry again when she sits in Bob’s car, but this time it’s more in relief than anything else. The entire afternoon went much better than Trixie thought it would, and the knot in her chest that has been haunting her for weeks finally eased, letting her breathe again.

They don’t stay for Pearl’s gig, thinking it’s better to leave everything as it is for now. Bob drives Trixie back to Milwaukee instead and they have couple of drinks there before driving out into the country and towards their little hometown. When Trixie gets into bed at two-something in the morning, she sees Pearl liked some of the photos of home she’s posted. Katya texted her throughout the day too, the same way she always did, with a string of unrelated, random thoughts she had in her breaks from work, most of them to make Trixie laugh.

To Katya: Sry, been out with Bob all day :) :D

To Katya: I’ll show you pictures of us when we were babies when I come back :’)

Katya Zamo: I bet you looked cute like a baby

Katya Zamo: Unlike now

Katya Zamo: ;)

Katya Zamo: I hope you had fun

Trixie keeps her phone on her chest until it buzzes, and then laughs at the message.

To Katya: I hate you

To Katya: Yeah it was fun :D I miss Bob most of the year, I know you can relate

To Katya: With Violet

To Katya: Hey

To Katya: Remember when I told you to raincheck on that drink after that day when I came back?

To Katya: You probably don’t remember, I’m dumb

Katya Zamo: Of course I remember

Katya Zamo: What about it?

Trixie’s heart thuds in her chest as she smiles in the darkness.

To Katya: How about I take you up on that raincheck when I come back in 3-4 days?

To Katya: If you’re up for it? :) :) :)

The reply doesn’t come right away, and Trixie feels her stomach about to explode with the nerves when Katya’s dots seem to appear and reappear couple of times.

Katya Zamo: Of course, Tracy!

Katya Zamo: You still owe me a drink after you didn’t want to watch the fireworks with me

Katya Zamo: ;)

To Katya: Bitch, we both know why we didn’t watch the fireworks

To Katya: All your fault with the fucking F wheel

To Katya: But I didn’t hear you complain when you drove me home :) :p

Trixie is sure she will never get used to flirting with Katya or feel less nervous about it, even though they have been doing it consistently over the course of the week.

Katya Zamo: If you kiss me like you did that night I’ll never complain again

Katya Zamo: In fact, I can’t wait to do it again

To Katya: Me too

After the emotional rollercoaster of today its ending is not bad at all, Trixie thinks as she sends Katya kissing emojis. She is unsure if she can keep her eyes open for too long, even when the thought of kissing Katya again makes her want to squeal in excitement. After her talk with Pearl that afternoon, a long conversation with Bob all the while and crying on and off, Trixie realizes that there is nothing that is stopping her from pursuing Katya now. Half-asleep, she barely has time or energy to worry about how Katya was going to react when she tells her about seeing Pearl. Until then, she has three full days of hanging out with family, and wishes her aunt was there so she can tell her all about Katya and Pearl. She knows she would have loved the drama.

Trixie looks down at her freshly manicured hands and notices that they are shaking slightly. Excited much? She glances at herself in the Uber driver’s rear view mirror, making sure that every single piece of her makeup and hair strand are in their place because they have to be. It’s barely been twenty four hours since she landed in Boston, but she and Katya made plans for these drinks days before, and Trixie is sure she hasn’t been able to sleep properly since.

After enduring an hour of Kim fixing her hair and makeup before leaving the apartment, Trixie knows she is barely minutes away from meeting Katya in front of the bar they were supposed to go all those weeks ago, when Trixie just came back from Europe. Despite telling Kim that she is not worried about seeing Katya again, sharing space with her and seeing those unbelievably blue eyes up close, Kim doesn’t believe her, nor does Trixie believe herself. All the chill Trixie prided herself in having when going out with women she crushed on was gone, and it is the first time she knows she will throw up the moment she steps out of her Uber.

She doesn’t.

What she does is inhale sharply when she sees Katya standing on the other side of the street in front of the bar, cigarette between her lips and eyes on the other side of the road, dressed in a see-through black shirt, unbuttoned enough to see her lacy bralette and a black, leather skirt to match. Wavy blonde hair is already falling past her shoulders and move smoothly every time Katya moves her head, and Trixie feels like she’s falling in a trance just watching her smoke.

When Katya spots Trixie she stubs her cigarette out hastily, and Trixie can’t help but blush when she sees how Katya looks her up and down, shamelessly checking out her tight thigh high blue dress with loose sleeves and a high collar. Blue eyes travel then to Trixie’s half updo, wavy blonde hair pulled back, and it looks like Katya is speechless for a second before Trixie hugs her.

“You’re… not pink.”

“Thanks?”

Trixie’s eyes shot up and she already sees Katya’s cheeks tinged with color, even when she laughs that absurd wheezing laugh of hers.

“Shut up, you know what I mean. You look stunning.”

“So do you.”

All Trixie want is to take another step forward and kiss her, but she’s unsure of it. Katya seems unsure too, but she does take her hand and follows her inside the bar. The place is dim-lit and the music is loud enough for Trixie to feel it in her chest but quiet enough to hear Katya when she leans over and asks her what she wants to drink.

They settle in a corner far away from the bar that is still semi-deserted, and fall into their usual rhythm of banter just seconds later. Trixie is relieved that even two weeks away after their kiss did not change a single thing in their dynamic, and is eternally grateful when Katya’s eyes tear up with laughter when Trixie tells her all about her family gathering shenanigans and uncle Peter who got so drunk he fell off the porch and into a pile of horse shit. Literally.

“Where the fuck do you live that you have horse shit right outside of your house?”

“Honey, it’s the middle of fucking nowhere, Courage-the-Cowardly-Dog deserted. Of course we have horse shit wherever you go.”

The only change Trixie does notice is how Katya’s knees are bumping into her own and how she touches her, more than she ever remembers her doing, her long fingers gripping Trixie’s wrist and knee more often than Trixie can keep track of. By the time she has her third glass of gin and tonic, Trixie gets visibly flushed every time Katya’s hand comes remotely close to her thigh, and lets almost audible whimpers when she feels Katya’s lips against her ear upon repeating something Trixie doesn’t hear the first time around. Katya seems to notice the effect she has on Trixie too, and seems to double the frequency, all with the shit-eating grin on her face and eyes that spend time traveling between Trixie’s dark ones and her pink lips.

“So are you ever going to tell me why you’re not pursuing a music career?”

It’s past ten thirty, the bar’s gotten crowded and Trixie feels tipsier than she wanted to be, but the nerves of having Katya so close took the best of her. All she can think about is wanting to kiss her so badly, take her out back and eat her out until she cries out her name brokenly…

“Earth to Trixie?”

“Hm?”

Katya leans forward, putting a scathingly hot palm on Trixie’s lower back, making her shiver, and repeats the question.

“Oh, I don’t really think I have the time and energy for that. Plus, I’d eventually have to move to L.A., and I hate it.”

“Why do you hate it?”

“It’s really hot, and everyone’s trying to do the same thing you do, and only a handful of people succeed. I don’t think I’m ready to face that kind of a failure.”

“I don’t think you’d fail.”

Trixie blinks and notices that Katya’s come close but did not move away like she did every other time. She can smell the faint scent of her cologne, mixed with cigarette smoke and Georgia peach soda and feels her heart skip several beats, causing her to giggle nervously. She sees Katya’s eyebrows shoot up at the reaction, but grins that brilliant grin of hers in return.

“What?”

“Nothing, I just like you.”

Katya’s face lights up like the thousand suns at that reply and Trixie’s heart does several other somersaults, going hand-in-hand with the butterflies that are doing the Macarena in her stomach.

“You do?”

“Mhmm.”

In the next moment she feels that same faint cigarette and soda scent on her own lips before Katya kisses her and she kisses back. The hand on her lower back grips the fabric of her dress a little bit and Trixie’s hand reaches up to run her fingers through Katya’s waves. Despite the kiss being slow, and brief, they are both out of breath by the time they pull back.

“I like you too.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

They both descend into loud laughter after that, but Katya’s hand remains on Trixie’s lower back for the rest of the evening, and she leaves several kisses on her jaw when she leans over to speak into her ear, turning Trixie’s legs to jello every single time.

“You’re… walking home?”

They are in front of the bar an hour later, at Trixie’s request they go get some fresh air since she feels lightheaded from the mix of Katya’s kisses, the crowd inside and five glasses of gin tonic she’s had in the span of several hours.

“Yeah, I live just down the road. That building over there.” Katya points with her index and middle finger that are holding the cigarette. The air of the late summer evening is cool, but warm enough that neither of them need a jacket to stand outside.

“You’re not afraid someone’s… you know, gonna rob you or something?”

“You’re such a country girl.” Katya replies with laughter in her voice, mixed with affection that reignites the heat in both Trixie’s stomach and in the back of her neck.

“Yeah excuse me if daily news of shootings aren’t a reason to fear walking home alone in the middle of the night? Well, that, and I watched Friday the 13 last night.”

“Fair enough.” Katya nods and chuckles, looking out on the street as if she’s considering something, before turning to Trixie.

“You were taking an Uber, right?”

“Yeah, I wanted to. Why?”

“Well, maybe you can walk with me to my building and I can take you?”

“Oh now she scared!”

“Or maybe I just want to spend more time with you.”

The sincerity in Katya’s voice makes Trixie pull away from the wall she was leaned on and takes Katya’s hand, pulling her closer. The fact that Katya wears flat boots and Trixie heels puts her to a height advantage, and Katya has to stand on her tiptoes when she wraps arms around Trixie’s waist.

“Maybe?” Trixie teases, arms around Katya’s shoulders and noses touching.

“Definitely.” With that, Katya closes space between them once again, their kisses languid and lazy at first, until Katya loses patience and walks Trixie back into the wall, hands gripping tightly at her waist and pinning her back into the brick. Trixie lets out a soft sound into Katya’s mouth once their kiss deepens, and hips roll against Katya’s pelvis unconsciously, causing the other to growl appreciatively.

“Katya-“ The sound is closer to a whimper now and Trixie is absolutely dripping wet even from the smallest contact.

The sound of her name makes Katya open her eyes and look at Trixie, pulling back slightly.

“Everything okay?”

“Oh god yes, just…” Not here.

It seems like Katya understands what Trixie wants to say and nods, stepping back but holding Trixie’s waist just the same.

“Let’s walk?”

“Yeah.”

The walk to Katya’s apartment is five minutes long, if even that, but all Trixie can think of is how slick her own thighs are and hopes Katya doesn’t see just how aroused she feels even after that one kiss. It’s pathetic, really, Trixie thinks, more pathetic than any other time she hooked up with a girl. On one hand, she wants to take it slow with Katya, even though it took fucking ages to get to this point. On the other, she just wants Katya to pull her in an alley to fuck her senseless and let her eat her out, in that particular order. She is leaning towards latter but the look on Katya’s face is unintelligible, even though she laughs and points out little things on the street she’s noticed after a couple of months of living in this area, her face at ease as if she doesn’t have a single care in the world.

By the time they reach Katya’s building, Trixie is ready to explode, trying to put all the blame to the alcohol for making her this irrationally wound up, but when Katya’s fingers gently brush down her jaw that she kisses moments before she kisses her lips, Trixie knows it’s all Katya.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” She rasps out, not wanting to invite herself upstairs in case Katya needed a break, even though her own puppy eyes probably say more than she can.

“Me too.”

There are a several beats of silence and Trixie cannot bring herself to say goodbye. Katya’s thumb is stroking up and down her side, and even the feeling of fabric against her sensitive skin makes Trixie want to scream.

“Trix, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.”

“I know you broke up with Pearl less than a month ago and you maybe wanted to take things slow but…”

Trixie’s stomach turns at the mention of Pearl and the fact she still didn’t tell Katya about seeing her last week, but Katya is still speaking and she forces herself back to present.

“… but I really want to invite you upstairs.”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“I mean, yes, I want to come upstairs with you.”

Their next kiss knocks the air out of Trixie’s lungs and they keep kissing, on and off all the way inside of the building, in the elevator, and on their way to Katya’s apartment. The walls inside the long, narrow hallway are somewhat falling apart, but Trixie notices none of it as her lips brush the back of Katya’s neck when the other fishes for her keys impatiently and struggles to unlock the door.

Once inside, Katya kicks off her boots and doesn’t wait for Trixie to do the same before she pins her to the wall again, slamming the front door closed with her foot. Her lips find Trixie’s lips, jawline, the pulse point on her neck that she bites impatiently. Trixie can barely find air to breathe and her eyes roll in the back of her head, which she tilts to the side to give Katya space, all the space she wants and needs since Trixie can’t think about anything but Katya’s roaming hands. Those fingers trace the curves of Trixie’s hips and hike under the hem of her dress and pull it up, until is bunched up on her waist.

“Is this okay?” Katya whispers against the red, splotchy skin of Trixie’s neck, fingers gripping Trixie’s thick thighs that are almost shaking with anticipation. She wants nothing, nothing more than she wants Katya. Right now. As soon as possible.

“Fuck yes.”

Her fingers grip the hair on the nape of Katya’s neck, egging her on, hips rolling impatiently, giving her permission to do whatever the hell she wants. Katya obliges quickly, and Trixie can feel how her long fingers trail towards her inner thigh while the other hand steadies them both, propped against the wall.

“Shit, Trix, you’re so—“

She doesn’t have to finish the sentence for Trixie to know that Katya is aware just how ready she is. Maybe she does finish it, but Trixie can’t focus on anything but their heavy breaths, the way Katya leaves sloppy but hot kisses under her jawline and how her fingers hesitate for but a moment before they press into the fabric of her panties, now completely ruined by Trixie’s arousal.

“Please, Katya-“ She pleads, dragging her free hand down Katya’s spine, and then up, gripping here and there, until Katya pulls the thin fabric down Trixie’s thigh and lets the lace hit the floor when Trixie shimmies out of it. She feels cold for just a second, but then Katya’s fingers find her clit and start stroking slowly, deliberately, getting to know and learning Trixie’s response to everything she does.

“This okay?” Katya hums when their lips meet again and Trixie can’t speak, overwhelmed by both feeling Katya’s gentle touch and her heart thudding in response of having her this close to her.

She simply moans in response and it’s encouragement enough for Katya to slip her fingers inside her, first one, then two, then after several thrusts the third one, finding a steady rhythm that has them both tangled into a grinding, moaning mess. She can feel Katya’s free hand grab under her thigh and Trixie hooks her leg around the back of Katya’s, giving her more access, her moans becoming louder and more frequent with every thrust.

The way Katya gets her off is not slow, it��s not gentle or pretty, but her fingers do wonders as if this is the thousandth time they have done it, pounding her into the wall and whispering words Trixie cannot understand into her ear. It doesn’t take long for Trixie’s moans to become uneven and broken, sounding louder in the silence of Katya’s small apartment, and her thighs shake more violently every time fingers pump in and out of her. When Katya brushes her thumb over Trixie’s clit and starts moving it in circular motions, Trixie cries out her name, the heat pooling in her stomach for the entire evening exploding deep in her core and tipping her over the edge. For a moment, the entire world freezes and all she can hear is her own voice mixed with Katya’s heavy breaths and the loud beating of her own heart that skips twice when she comes.

Her arms finally wrap around Katya’s shoulders and she kisses her again. Her hips twitch into Katya’s until they come to a complete halt and she whimpers a little when Katya pulls out her fingers and licks them off casually. That shit-eating grin back on her face even though her hair is messier than usual and her bright red lipstick smudged across half of her cheek. Trixie thinks she’s, quite literally, the most beautiful woman in the world.

“Fuck, that was-“

“It was.” Katya responds, still fully pressed against Trixie even though she did pull back down Trixie’s dress, and they don’t move for several moments. Trixie is grateful, since she is aware that her knees might buckle if Katya lets her go. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Fuck off.” Trixie knows that she probably looks anything but, with her makeup smeared all over her face, mixed with sweat, and she doesn’t even try to think about how disheveled her hair must look like. Her words make Katya laugh, then run her fingers through Trixie’s tangled hair when she kisses her puffy lips.

“You are.”

“You’re just lucky these lights are off.”

They laugh again, and Trixie feels like she’s coming to her senses. The walk to Katya’s apartment and the orgasm she just rode against Katya’s fingers completely sobered her up. The giddiness, however, just increased in intensity, especially now that she’s regained her breath and stepped away from the wall once Katya moved to the small kitchenette to get water for both of them.

There is no light in the rooms save the kitchen one, but Trixie navigates to the small washroom, nearly screeching at her own reflection in the mirror. The mascara and eyeliner are either smudged off completely or slightly melting down her face, her lips completely nude and swollen from Katya’s kisses. Other than that, though, she looks like she’s just run a marathon and won it.

“Katya?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you have any makeup removers here?”

“I have some wipes by the towels!”

Trixie shakes her head and laughs, but decides it’s better than looking like Bozo the horror clown. She wipes the remaining makeup from her face and splashes herself with water, the reality of being in Katya’s personal space hitting her like a freight train and making her dizzy with happiness. She finds herself burying her face in her hands as she pees, holding back giddy laughter.

Trixie Mattel, in her late twenties, feeling like a highschool girl in love for the first time.

“In the bedroom!” Katya calls for her once she steps out of the toilet and takes off her boots, then pads in semi-darkness towards the only source of light, even though it’s still dim.

“Are you telling me that you’re actually a vampire and that’s why there’s no light in this ho— Oh.”

Katya has her back turned to her, but even in the room that’s dimly lit by the bedside lamp, she can see the toned muscles of her shoulderblades, cut off by the bralette that’s still on, and then continuing down the muscular back and to lace black underwear, ass and thighs looking like they were sculpted by the gods themselves.

“Oh wow.”

The sound of Trixie speaking from inside the bedroom makes Katya turn around. She has pulled her hair back in a messy ponytail, strands falling down her face and her lipstick still smudged. It takes all the will in the world not to pounce at her there and then.

“What is it?”

“You’re fucking ripped.”

The awe in Trixie’s voice and the fact that she can’t pull her eyes away from Katya’s visible abs send Katya into laughter that Trixie doesn’t really notice. All she wants is to run her tongue across that beautifully shaped, toned stomach.

“That’s hot yoga for you, mama.”

“Where can I fucking sign up?”

Trixie finally lifts her gaze to Katya, and they both grin at each other, all of the reluctance and insecurity from the beginning of the evening gone in a puff of smoke. She lets Katya take her by the hand and turn her around, lets her unzip her blue dress and slip it to the floor, lets her unbutton her bra and gape at her breasts as if they are the first pair she’s ever seen. Trixie, usually insecure every time a new girl sees her naked body, feels completely at ease when Katya’s fingers trail down her front, over the tiny stretch marks on her tits and stomach, and she’s laughing by the time Katya leads her to the bed and gets her to lie down, completely naked.

“You’re like a renaissance painting, holy shit.”

The compliment is so odd and so… Katya, and Trixie could cry at how lovely she is. Katya crawls up her body to kiss her again, and Trixie uses the time to get the bralette off of her and tosses it aside, feeling her cheeks still burning at how Katya’s eyes and hands worship every single inch of Trixie’s body she can reach.

Trixie, in turn, lets her own fingers run up and down Katya’s front, fingers pinching Katya’s hardened nipples and grinning when she hears her gasp. She tries to think of all the things she could and will do to Katya, but the other blonde beats her to it. Her lips are already replacing her hands, kissing the red marks of her neck she’s left in the hallway, trailing down her collarbone, chest, and taking one of Trixie’s nipples in her mouth, evoking another soft sound from Trixie, then another, and then she’s moving to her belly and settling her lithe body between Trixie’s bent legs.

“Happy birthday to me.” Trixie whispers, looking down at how patiently Katya’s lips kiss her lower stomach and the inside of her legs, taking her time this time around, making her more excited for returning the favor immediately after.

“It’s your birthday?”

She didn’t expect Katya to hear it, but now she’s smiling, head lifted from the fluffed pillows.

“Yeah. I turned older half an hour ago, when you fucked me into oblivion against the wall.”

Katya laughs, and Trixie shivers at the feeling of her breath between her thighs.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I don’t really celebrate it. Now can you please eat me out? It’s homophobic to make me suffer on my birthday.”

Katya grins at the feigned pout, running her thumb over Trixie’s inner thigh and kissing her pubic bone, causing Trixie’s hips to jerk upward.

“Yes ma’am.”

Happy fucking birthday to her, indeed.

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